Much of the time we’re faking it,
the airs we put on most false
Impressions made and set in jade,
green onions the main course
Our friends change out with stature,
as silver turns to gold
An alchemist’s dream, the grandest scheme
—our hearts once warm left cold
(King Of Prussia Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Sighting In
It’s hard to ask the right questions,
their answers easier made
The hammer cocked, the truth in sight
—through crosshairs query bade
(Radnor Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The Trap
The only way to escape the jungle
—is in self delusion
(University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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